Derek turned on to his side, facing the wall, and pulled his legs up.
“It’s time to go.” Dru extended his hand and wiggled his fingers. “We still have another stop.”
Scott ignored the hand. “Five minutes.”
Dru didn’t say a word.
“Two.”
“Let’s go, Scott.”
Panic sparked in Scott’s guts. “No. I’m not going. This is the present and I can stay right here if I damn well please. You don’t control me.”
Dru offered a small, kind smile. “One more stop. Just one.”
Scott shook his head. “No. No, no, no, no. I know how this plays out. You get me all worked up over this guy and then next thing I know we’re standing in front of his headstone while you tell me he hung himself because nobody loved him. Or that I did. Or we both fucking did. Well you know what, Dru? Fuck that. I don’t need to see it. I don’t wantto see it. You made your point, okay?”